Things We Did Last Winter

Skiing in Bear Valley
When the powder was eight feet high
Falling in love with each other
Without asking ourselves why

Tennis out at Seascape
Whenever the courts were dry
Those things we did last winter
Make me think about us and I cry

Cozy beneath our blankets
The fireplace would crackle and pop
Massaging your body with hot oil
You telling me please don’t stop

Taking drives to Pismo
And staying in our favorite hotel
Those things we did last winter
I remember all of it so well

Then on that Fourth of July
When all the crowds came to town
You told me you were moving on
And you didn’t want to be held down

Now, it’s late Fall and you’re on my mind
I wish somehow our lives could rewind
You’ve left me here in Cali so far behind
And I can’t bear to meet anyone new
Those things we did last winter-
I can’t forget them,
and I’m deeply missing you

Pumpkin, I’m deeply missing you.

2017

Lyrics Notes: I thought of the song “Things We Did Last Summer” and figured out a way to change it that I thought made sense. Winters are always so much cozier with the ones we love.

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He’s Got a Townie Now

He moved here from Chicago for college
Got his degree but he works at a diner
One night a guy hit on a waitress
But he gave him a pretty bad shiner

She was so impressed with him
That she wanted to take him on a date
Had such a good time with that guy
That she got home very late

He’s got a Townie now
She’s head over her Converse shoes
She’s over at his place every night
And he got her into Rhythm & Blues
There even may be a bun in the oven
From their good ol’ fashioned lovin’
That boy should take a bow
Cause he’s got a Townie now
He’s got a Townie now

They’re so serious these days
They went shopping for wedding rings
She’s bought him some nicer clothes
And brought over a lot of her things

He’s happier than he’s ever been
She’s become his number one fan
Cause he’ll always fight for her honor
He’s her forever and ever man

He’s got a Townie now
She’s head over her Converse shoes
She’s over at his place every night
And he got her into Rhythm & Blues
There even may be a bun in the oven
From their good ol’ fashioned lovin’
That champ should take a bow
Cause he’s got a Townie now
He’s got a Townie now
He’s got a Townie now
He’s got a Townie now
He’s got a Townie now.

2017

He’s Breaking You

We’re sitting in this hamburger joint
We just ordered some delicious food
You asked me to have lunch with you
To talk about your bitter mood

You don’t know what you’re feeling
You just know things aren’t right
You snap at co-workers a lot
And you also wake up at night

And it seems like it’s all a bad dream
And it seems you’ve lost your grip
Your intuition is telling you
He’s about to give you the slip

He’s breaking you
He’s breaking you
He knows just what to do
He’s breaking you
It’s time you knew
He’s not worth saving
There’s no mistaking
He’s really faking
And he’s breaking you
Darlin’ he’s breaking you

One day you’re wrong about things
The next, he says he never said that
He fixates on all that small stuff
Cooks you meals and calls you fat

I see it cause I’ve been there
And trust me it won’t end well
If you stay with him for too long
It’s gonna be worse than Hell

He’s breaking you
He’s breaking you
He knows just what to do
He’s breaking you
It’s time you knew
He’s not worth saving
There’s no mistaking
Trouble, he’s baking
And he’s breaking you
Darlin’ he’s breaking you.

2017

My Useless Talent

I used to play High School tennis
Gramps thought I’d eventually go pro
But I didn’t win much after College
Something else was burnin’ my soul

I had a useless talent
Wrote some lyrics here and there
I’d write lines whenever inspired
But I wasn’t sure if anyone cared

It got me through the rough patches
Man I’ve been through a lot
I’ve wrecked many automobiles
I’ve survived a fire that was hot

Ex-girlfriends thought I wasn’t good
And I hid all this anger inside
So I self-medicated by reading
I held on to my selfish pride

I wrote about my coworkers
I wrote about people I admired
I wrote anywhere and constantly
Even when I was hungry & tired

I wrote with some friends of mine
Songs to fill up our extra time
Some of them were not that great
Some of them didn’t even rhyme

The one thing I’ve learned
Is when I write them right
My useless talent
Helps me sleep at night

I know deep in my soul
I’m doing what I need to do
For this useless talent
Has guided me to the truth
I trust this useless talent of mine
May it one day be useful to you.

May it one day be useful to you.

2017

NorCal Country Gal

She owns the strawberry farm her parents left her
She has horses & she calls the older men sir
Drives a big ol’ truck and also a Fiat for quick trips
Has dark curly brown hair & sunburnt lips

She’s a NorCal Country Gal
Her circle of trust is pretty tight
She’s at her nephew’s ball games
Every single Saturday Night
And she looks after her Grandpa
Who lives out in the Valley near Carmel
Her favorite team is the Dallas Cowboys
She’s an Irish-Italian sassy belle
Her girlfriends say she’s a hell of a pal
That NorCal Country Gal

Her husband is one lucky son of a gun
Every single man I know envies him
Her coffee colored eyes are heaven
She’s the talk of the town and the gym
She bakes a great double chocolate cake
And her Oatmeal Raisin cookies are the best
She’ll feed all the animals in the yard
And won’t ever need to rest

That NorCal Country gal sure has it made
Tolerates the haters who are throwing shade
Played a mean game of tennis back in the day
Which prepared her for what the jealous girls say

She’s a NorCal Country Gal
Her circle of trust is pretty tight
She’s at her nephew’s ball games
Every single Saturday Night
And she looks after her Grandpa
Who lives out in the Valley near Carmel
She loves them Dallas Cowboys
She’s an Irish-Italian sassy belle
And her girlfriends say she’s a hell of a pal
That NorCal Country Gal

She’s a NorCal Country Gal.

2017

Lyric Notes: It’s about a real person who I went to school with, but it’s kind of mixed with some fiction too. You’ve gotta make a few little changes to kind of go along with the song and that’s called poetic license. I came up with the title one day, and she just popped in my mind. She loves the country, ranch life and so forth so it sure makes sense that she inspired this. She wrote in my yearbook that one day I’d be a great poet. What a gal.

Bad Things Come To Those Who Hate

There was a boy I knew in grade school
His golden wavy hair went to his neck
He wore Hang Ten t-shirts and liked Metal
and his home life was a wreck

His parents both worked full time
in dead end jobs they didn’t like
They drank and smoked and fought a lot
So that boy would go ride his bike

And he became a troublemaker
Started breakin’ all the laws
He fell into a rowdy group of friends
Debauchery was their cause

They all came from broken homes
One day they sealed their fate
Good things come to those who love
and bad things come to those who hate

They got caught stealing at the 7-11
All they wanted was candy and gum
Some days before, they were generous
and decided to give me some

Their parents were called to the station
And all of the bikes got impounded
They were transferred to Juvenile Hall
but at their homes they weren’t grounded

From an early age each one of those boys
learned to protect themselves and trust no one
None of the lessons they should have learned
were taken seriously and they all went on the run

They stuck together like a pack of battered wolves
and they came up with an imperfect getaway plan
They had enough of all the neglect and abuse
They decided to stick it right back to the Man

They stole a small school bus from a parking lot
and the whole County was put on high alert
The news said this gang of misfits were dangerous
but that bus ended upside down in the dirt

By the time the cops found that tragic accident
They knew they got there way too late
Blood & carnage was everywhere
Bad things come to those who hate

Bad things come to those who hate.

2017

Song Notes: This one seems like an old style Folk Tragic Ballad that has a moral to the story. If you hate, and fall in line with other haters, be prepared for the consequences of your actions, kids.

What The River Does

Before you head out on your journey, son
There’s something I need to say
That’s why we’re here at this fishin’ hole
Here’s why it had to be today
Your train leaves first thing in the mornin’
You’ve outgrown this little mountain town
You’re as happy as a pig in a bunch of mud
and laughin’ out loud like a circus clown

You see the water carvin’ through those rocks
But have you thought about how or why
I’ve been ponderin’ about it for a while
Then I finally hit the bullseye

What the river does,
is it never stops
It’s like a field
of never-ending crops
Ever changing
and doin’ what it’s supposed to do
What the river does,
is set an example for me and you
It keeps on going
and fighting like a champ
It shines so brightly
like that oil burning lamp
Mom and I bought you
when you first learned how to read
And that river, she’s flowing
at a slow and steady speed
Keep this thought with you
all the rest of your days
What the river does,
is consistently blaze
In case you missed it,
what we must do is passionately exist
We’re here to love
and persist, persist, persist

That’s what the river does
That’s what the river does
That’s what the river does
That’s what the river does.

2017

Lyric Notes: Semi-related to conversations I’ve had with my father over the years, this is what I dreamed that he was saying to me as I venture now into my songwriting career, not college. At the end of his life, he told me to follow my passion. And persist, persist, persist. I am coming up with ideas consistently, much like I think I should be. Here’s to the writers who keep persisting and give their all to their work. Here’s to the rivers for what they do, too.